Cleon had very much been in need of cheering up after not being able to outrun his mother. She always seemed to lure him in eventually. So he and Tycho had hit London for lunch. Or more accurately, he had weaseled his way into convincing Tycho to treat him to a lunch. Tychos mood had been rather stormy so it had ended up being a case of Cleon cheering his friend up and providing some distraction. He had some idea of what was stuck in Tycho's craw, he had spotted a rather familiar name in the Daily Prophet and had heard the rumours.

Walking by one of the flower shops with Tycho, Cleon groaned when he remembered that his mother had demanded he bring a bouquet to family dinner later that week. It was pretty obvious she planned to ambush him with another debutante. Tycho opted for going on home rather than coming into the shop - something about getting a bad feeling - so Cleon gave him a quick hug goodbye outside the flower shop before heading into it whilst the other poet apparated away.

What he had not been expecting was to almost immediately clap eyes onto Mister Fortitude Greengrass himself. "Greengrass! I understand congratulations are in order," Cleon said with a smile that was obviously fake but with an affected tone that made it sound like he was fond of the other.